Traffic I, a poem by Patrick Valdez

Each night I stand in the window of my second floor apartment
and I look down onto the street and ask myself,
just how bad can people be at parallel parking?
But before I can answer the question,
I am overwhelmed by the self-entitlement that is reflected
by the way people have chosen to park their vehicles,
on my street.
The utter lack of regard that is displayed
in the name of personal convenience and I am angry,
and powerless
yet I continue to seek a resolution to this conflict
on my street.

by Patrick Valdez